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When I was about 6, my dog bit me because I reached into her food bowl while she was eating. The pain was so great, that it sent electric spasms all throughout my body and I, like a 6 year old, cried. I rain into the kitchen to my dad, who was peeling apples at the time for my mom to make pies later that evening, and told him what had happened. After my passionate speech my father only had one question for me, "Did you bite her back?". This absurd query immediately ceased my tears. "No", I replied. "If somebody bites you, bite 'em back" my dad sighed as he went back to peeling and slicing. After that I promptly exited the kitchen, found Spicy (my dog's name) and bit her. From then on, Spicy and I had a mutual understanding. Don't start no shit, won't be no shit.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

I will roam,forgetting the sound of my voice,to put you back together again.A child-like mindwith a God-like disposition,looking withouteyes,but with my own desirefor you to achievePerfection.Give me a paint brushAnd I will illustratea piece of musicSo beautifulthat you will hear again.And if I use myinstrumentto play for you a newermore beautifulReality,I know you will stand again,and with new eyes,Look upon meas the Old ChildYou've been waiting for.-BH

Beat the Devil todaySaw him at the Bodegaright down the streetbuyin' a honey bunand a bag of utz.He turned and smiledsaid "hi""why not?" I thought"If mankind is rightall of the world's problemscausedby this guy."So I rolled up my sleevesand kicked his ass.Devil might have hornsbut he fights like a littlebitch.So I beat the Devil worldnow everything will be okay.I've done my part world.And you're welcome.

Friday, September 5, 2008

High above the cloudson top of great Olympusthe great king of the godsin all of his majestyand awe inspiring glorytook a shitand read the paper.He read of famineof brother killing brotherof people being consumedfrom the inside outby the physical manifestationof their own hatred.He read of his planetslowly and methodicallybeing eaten away atand penetratedbledand rapedfor the massesto feed their families.He read about explosivesmuch more powerfulthan his own jaggeddesignripping through the fleshof his children's mother.And he read about the atrocitiesmen laid upon each otherwomen too actuallyin the name of an old friendto whom he hasn't spokenin a long timeand at thishe growledfull of anger and resolve.Zeus folded his paperand decidedthat it was time to descendto Earthto save his planet.Starting now...but alasno toilet paperon the day he decidedto wear his favoritewhite, spotless toga.

Friday, August 29, 2008

I'm a Jellyfishand like my name suggestsI am made of Jelly.Not grape jelly mind youI have some class.I come in a varietyof delectable flavorsRaspberry for instancePineapple as well.So pleaseIf you see me wash up on shorefeel freeto spread me on your breakfast toastor pair me with Peanut Butterin your 8 year old's sandwich.And a secret for youJust for youfor in the water I stingbut on landif used just rightI make an impeccableMarinadefor your meatsand your treatsand maybe even your feets...If you're into that kind of thing.B.H.

I'm a lot like a spider'cept I don't make websor eat bugsnot on purpose anyway.I do have hairy legs,but I only have 2well... maybe 3.I could be poisonousand I do bite,but I only have 2 eyesI've never been called 4 eyesmaybe bright eyes,but I wear sunglasses a lot.I'm sometimes sneaky,but nobody ever hit me with the paper,or tried to step on me.But I dotry my damndest,to devour my lovers completelyand wholeheartedlyattempting to feel every ounce of themas we spin a web of a different kind.But only lady black widows do that,and I ain't no chick.

I sleep with the flieslike a corpseDeath shrouded in the scentthat attracts life.They wait patientlyfor when I bleed to deaththey will use my giftto sustain their hunger.To them it'll be just a snackbut I bet I'll taste goodfilling like a whole meal.A bloody steakand a bottle of Dutch Gin.mmm

So sleepyproblem isif my soul drifts downinto that unfathomable statewhat happens to Ben?Will I wake up?My last breathmay be this very night.I'll pray just in casecause hell is hot,or I'll meditateso I can reincarnateinto a butterflyor a god.Maybe I'll write a willleave all my stuffto that last girl I slept withor empty my bowelsso they won't find my carcasscovered in shit.I should wear something nicelook artisticmaybe pose in a praying positionface to the skywith a tear on my left cheek.Actors can do that kind of thing.No I'll just sleeplike a normal man,but I'll keep a stick on mejust in case I do dieto beat the devil off my heelscause that dog'll definitelycome barkin'.

Poetry mostly. If I'm to be honest with you, I'm using this almost purely as personal record for my own progress, or to be able to look back and see what I was feeling and writing with out having to sift through notebooks full of other content. I do, however, hope that whoever finds themselves reading this enjoys it. It's all very simple, I'm not a very complex writer or thinker (at least not in my opinion), but if this can allow me to connect with others on an honest and artistic level, then I'm all for it being public.Enjoy. -Holbrook